Bittersweet Sixteen

Look at yourself
Who you become
I hope you like her
I hope you like her

You wished for a palace with cathedral windows
And streets paved with stars
Shining deliberately as you step toward them
Nervously, temptingly

You sat in the backseat, though longing to be
Singing for a hungry crowd
That loves you and now would tear you to pieces

Little ballerina sitting on a shelf
You are bearing witness to the aftermath now
I smile no longer the way she once did
At the thought of making her wishеs come true

Is this wherе you wanted me to be?
Bittersweet at sixteen
The girl you were hoping to see
Such a bittersweet sixteen

I'm sorry I couldn't give you a lacy ballgown
I'm sorry I couldn't give you a horse and carriage
I'm sorry I couldn't give you a lover
To sweep you off your feet and change your world
I'm sorry I couldn't give you true love's kiss
I'm sorry the world's not soaked in bliss, oh

Look at yourself
Who you are now
I hope I love you
I think I love you

Bittersweet sixteen
The world stopped but time moves on
Bittersweet sixteen